Chapter 171

When ye Mingmei's new limited edition mobile phone rang, she was lying on the Kang in her bedroom. She was good at lighting Yan Chun, who watched the film, to scold him for being a waste. In vain, she called herself the heavenly king Lao Tzu of the Pearl, but in seven or eight days, she couldn't even find an asshole. Why was she alive if she didn't die?

When a woman is so arrogant that she despises her husband, she won't care what others think of her.

Just like Ye Mingmei, now she is wearing a leg length black nightgown with an ultra-low neckline. She doesn't mind the most charming part, so she is exposed to the light.

Of course, it's normal for people to wear nothing with their husband in their bedroom.

At most, outsiders will be surprised if they hear that she always carries the body parts of her parents' elders when she scolds her husband: how can such a charming female scold these words?

Yan Chunlai has long been used to her. She always has a generous wry smile on her face and remains silent. Only when the mobile phone rings for the second time can she gently remind her: "Xiaomei, someone is calling you."

"Fuck NIMA, when I'm deaf?"

After ye Mingmei scolded again, she grabbed her mobile phone.

It's the so-called same smell -- although a hundred Ye Qing add up, they are not as beautiful and charming as one ye, but the sisters are the best sisters because of the same temper.

But in spite of this, ye Mingmei said angrily after answering the phone: "something to say, nothing to hang up!"

"Xiaomei."

Generally speaking, it may be that the vocal cords will become thinner when pressed by fat meat, so most fat sisters have a particularly good voice, especially when ye Qing deliberately flatters someone: "I recently asked a French friend to bring you a set of Chanel. When you are free, I'll send it to you."

Few people throw faces at people who always flatter themselves. Although Ye Mingmei doesn't care about a suit of clothes, it also proves that Ye Qing thinks of her in her heart.

His face looked much better, and his nasal tone was faint, "say business."

"Is it convenient for you to speak now? Is my brother-in-law there? "

Ye Qing asked carefully.

"No."

Ye Mingmei didn't even look at her husband, so she said.

"That's good."

Ye Qing also knows what the relationship between Ye Mingmei and her husband is. It's purely polite to ask, "yes, have you ever heard of the name Fangyuan?"

"Square?"

Ye Mingmei subconsciously repeated a sentence, then turned over and sat up, her eyes narrowed slightly: "why do you ask him?"

Being humiliated by Fang Yuan and stealing the gouache beauty is a great humiliation for ye Mingmei.

Except Yan Chunlai, she has no face to tell anyone, but that doesn't mean she won't be surprised when ye Qing mentions the bastard's name. She thinks it's deliberately satirizing her.

"Oh, yes, he just came to Guangda supermarket office to see me..."

When ye Qinggang said this, she was interrupted by Ye Mingmei: "did he look for you? Where is he now? "

"Already gone, just gone."

"Gone?"

Ye Mingmei gnashed her teeth and asked in a low voice, "what did she say to you?"

Yan Chunlai, who was watching a movie nearby, also looked this way.

Ye Mingmei turned her head and glared at him. He hurried back.

Ye Qing hesitated before saying, "he said, he's yours and --"

"He's mine. What, can you stop writing like constipation?"

Ye Mingmei urged impatiently.

Ye Qing hurriedly said, "it's your old mistress."

"What?"

Ye Mingmei was stunned and doubted that she had heard wrong.

Ye Qing repeated that sentence again and said, "he also said that you gave your gouache beauty to him in order to please him, but he thought the gift was too expensive for fear of affecting your husband and wife's feelings, so he played for a day and sent it back to you."

Ye Mingmei is silent.

After a long time, he asked, "do you believe what he said?"

Ye Qing whispered, "originally, I didn't believe it. But he told your biggest secret. "

Ye Mingmei suddenly jumped from the corner of her eyes, subconsciously retracted her legs and asked faintly, "what secret did he tell you to make you believe what he said?"

"He said, you are on the Kang, which is a rare name and instrument in the world."

In fact, Ye Qing didn't want to say this, but Fang Yuan did say these words before she left. She couldn't help but believe it, because no one knew Ye Mingmei's secret except ye Qing and Yan Chunlai.

Ye Qing is really afraid that Fang Yuan is Ye Mingmei's old friend. She is more worried that she will offend her indirectly. Therefore, after considering it again and again, she gritted her teeth and said this sentence.

Ye Mingmei heard her whole body cells shouting 'kill, kill'.

However, she rarely lost her temper. She only asked Ye Qing where she was now and waited for her to go right away.

When ye Mingmei, with seven bodyguards, felt that it was more than 11 o'clock at night over there.

"You're all waiting outside."

After the bodyguards quickly checked that there was no danger in President Ye's office, ye Mingmei walked in slowly.

The light was very bright, and Ye Qing's face was a little pale.

What makes Ye Mingmei feel strange is that Ye Qing, who always likes to expose her flesh, wears very conservative clothes.

Ye Mingmei sat on Ye Qing's boss's chair with a golden knife. The small black leather shoes with thin high heels were on the ground. The chair slid over the table and said faintly, "sit down."

Mingming is in Ye Qing's territory, but ye Mingmei behaves like a master.

Ye Qing didn't sit down. She raised her hand and began to take off her clothes.

"What's the matter..."

Ye Mingmei frowned and her eyes widened as soon as she said this.

She saw that the skin under Ye Qing's clothes, which should have been as smooth as egg white, was now blue and purple with blood marks.

As soon as I saw it, I knew it was smoked with something.

"He beat it."

Thinking of a man's abnormal means, Ye Qing began to tremble, softened her legs and sat down on the sofa.

Ye Mingmei said nothing. Unexpectedly, she searched hard for a long time. It turned out that she was hidden in the sunshine orphanage.

If ye Qing had not pretended to be a philanthropist, he would not have appeared.

When she heard Ye Qing say that she was severely cleaned up by Fangyuan and took 30000 yuan, ye Mingmei couldn't help laughing.

She was arrogant and arrogant, but she was smart. Of course, she immediately guessed why Fang Yuan did this.

"Hum, don't worry. I'll get justice for you."

Ye Mingmei doesn't care how painful Ye Qing is at this time. She only cares about her whereabouts.

"Oh, no, I don't need it! Xiaomei, don't be angry at the orphanage for me. He said that if something happens to the orphanage, he will let me live and die! "

Ye Qing quickly waved his hand: "I came to you tonight just to ask if he belongs to you..."

"Hum, is it my Ye Mingmei's mistress?"

Ye Mingmei asked with a sneer. She didn't take Ye Qing's worry seriously at all: as long as the bastard can be made into a specimen, even if the children in the orphanage are dead, Ye Qing is dead, so what?

Ye Qing smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"Yes, he is my mistress. Don't tell Yan Chunlai about this, or the loser will be angry. Well, it's getting late. I should go back, too. I think you can rest here tonight. "

Ye Mingmei said, pressing her hands on the chair, she was about to stand up.

But she couldn't stand up, like a hand holding her little black skirt.

"Well, what's going on?"

Ye Mingmei was stunned. After sitting down, she picked up her skirt and looked at it. The skirt was stuck by strong glue.

Seeing this behind the scenes, Ye Qing quickly waved her hand to explain“ I didn't do it! "

Ye Mingmei believes that this is not Ye Qing's work, but Fangyuan's.

Fang Yuan reckons that Ye Qing will call her and she will come. What's more, she will sit on this chair after she comes, so she applies strong glue on it in advance.

This is a silent warning: ye Mingmei, what you want to do is under my control, so I advise you not to do stupid things.

"Fang Yuan, these trivial means can't scare me!"

Ye Mingmei gritted her teeth and suddenly stood up.

With a stab, the skirt was not torn, but the black silk on her leg was torn by her strength.

Seeing ye Mingmei get into the car with two white legs, Ye Qing suddenly felt that she had done a stupid thing.

It was as if, in a dark place, a pair of eyes were staring at her coldly and grinning.

After a cold war, she quickly turned and ran into Guangda supermarket.

When ye Mingmei checked the information of sunshine orphanage from her mobile phone, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

The whole world has long fallen asleep, and occasionally a ship's whistle comes faintly.

Yan Chunlai must have fallen asleep too. He was in another bedroom -- a man who couldn't support for 100 seconds. He really had no face to sleep next to his wife.

Ye Mingmei stood in front of the window, looked at the bodyguards walking back and forth in the yard below, smiled faintly and said to herself: "those children are really pathetic -- are they not suffering while living?"

Finally, when ye Mingmei snored soundly in the past, the soft light of the bedroom wall lamp also became much dimmer, reflected on the gouache beauty in her neck, emitting a faint colorful bright color.

Tonight, ye Mingmei slept soundly, as if it was dawn just after she closed her eyes.

In fact, her sleep quality has always been good, so she won't go out at night like Ye Qing: lack of sleep, but the biggest enemy of beauty aging and ugliness.

"Today is a special day."

Ye Mingmei lifted the blanket on her body, raised her hand to block the bright sunshine on her face, murmured, and sat up lazily.

After bowing her head and yawning gently, ye Mingmei just raised her legs to the ground -- slender legs, stiff in the air: the gouache beauty still wearing in her neck before going to bed in the morning is gone.

Outside the villa and in the yard, there are at least 12 bodyguards and four big wolf dogs patrolling.

The door of her living room is equipped with an automatic alarm device when it is opened by external force... Ye Mingmei's bedroom is a tiger's den. Even a fly can't fly in.

Flies can't steal her necklace, just as the necklace won't fall off by itself.

It can only be people.

Someone, while she was sleeping, came to her bedroom and took away the gouache beauty.

Who is that man?

Instinctively, the water shadow's eyes slowly looked at her slender and sexy right leg.

It was written in her lipstick: a trip here.